Romance Is In Short Supply
Romance tends to take a back seat in my life these days, but having lunch in a wine bar this week with my husband of thirty-one years, he began running his foot along the inside of my thigh underneath the table.
Touched at the gesture, I leaned forward and smiled across at him. He then lifted his foot to examine it and said, 'Denim was always great at adding a shine to leather. These shoes look good now don't they?'
Ah well, at least I can honestly say he never bores me.